Although the British had been educated by Tryna before, due to some negligence and carelessness, Vincent and Anton still found a gap. However, although Vincent temporarily took the lead in the results, Anton's tactical superiority still had to be admired. From the very beginning, the competition was not about kills, but about comparing them over a wider area. This makes Vincent's lead even less obvious.

And the situation is far worse than that, the British, who have suffered losses on snipers, naturally cannot swallow this breath into their stomachs like this. Since the infantry had no way to contribute, it was up to the tanks to suppress it.

With a certain sequence of adjustments, several British tanks began to strafe possible sniper positions. And in this way, the road where Anton was hiding just now has even more exposed its disadvantages. However, Anton was quick enough to hide and the machine guns did not cause any damage to the two men.

If this was their own territory, then the British would have started to sweep after strafing, but now that there were slightly more German troops stationed at the bridgehead, they naturally did not dare to be too ostentatious. Although there will definitely be anger in my heart, I can only endure it a little.

"Bang!"

However, as if to mock the uselessness of what the British were doing, a gunshot followed. From the binoculars, it can be seen that it was Vincent's side that fired the gun, but the German soldiers who observed the British position did not find any British outcropping, let alone anyone who was hit and fell.

At first, Trode thought it was a shot fired by Vincent to demonstrate, but after a little waiting, the sharp-eyed Tryna still found the clue, she put down the binoculars in her hand, and said with a light smile: "That shot hit the fuel tank of the truck in the back, which was already leaking." ”

Hearing this, everyone noticed that there was a truck behind the British infantry, and there was indeed a soaked area underneath it, and it seemed that the truck's diesel fuel had leaked to the ground.

Generally speaking, an iron plate of such thickness as the wall of a fuel tank can probably defend against the fire of a general rifle at such a distance of several hundred meters. But this is in wartime, and the workmanship of these equipment may not be comparable to ordinary peacetime, coupled with the lack of maintenance, even if it is really broken, it is not an incredible thing.

However, penetrating the fuel tank and detonating diesel fuel are two different things, generally speaking, the sparks generated by the friction between the bullet and the fuel tank wall do not guarantee that the diesel fuel will be successfully ignited, and a direct shot at the surface of the oil body is not a matter of even more thought.

But if Vincent only had these two hands, he would not be worthy of being his vice-captain in this masterful 217 squad, even in the face of such a situation, Vincent also had his plans-

However, before Vincent moved on to the next step, Anton's side moved on to the next step. I saw Anton aim at the car that had leaked oil, and used three shots to blow up the two rear wheels of the truck. Under the force of the car body tilting backwards, several boxes carried on the car directly slid down.

Although it is not very clear to see it due to the distance, it can be seen from the shape of the boxes that these boxes should be filled with cannonballs, and they cannot afford to bump into them.

Watching a few boxes slip from the car, not to mention the British who were very close to them, even the Germans who were a few kilometers away also raised their hearts to their throats, as if these boxes of 'bombs' were close by.

However, it is a pity that the height of the truck may still be too low, or the shells of the British are not bad in terms of safety, and these shells do not explode, but are just scattered next to the car.

However, after only a minute, people's hearts were raised to their throats again - the diesel fuel that flowed out of the fuel tank gradually flowed to the side of the rolling shells!

This is very fatal, although generally diesel does not catch fire casually, but as long as there is a fire, the explosion will be drunk by the British people near the dog.

At that time, I didn't know if I was really not afraid of death, or if I was righteous and awe-inspiring. I saw a British soldier, standing up and running towards the shells, looking like he was trying to save the scene!

However, the two snipers were not unprepared, and although he moved quickly, Vincent still fired a timely shot. The bullet grazed his chest and hit the truck next to him, but the sound of it still startled him.

With that, he slipped and fell to the ground. Due to Vincent's distance to Andre, he was safe for the time being. I really don't know if it's good or bad......

However, although the British soldier was extremely brave, he could not resist the difficulties of reality, and he was dragged back by others lying on his stomach under the danger of being sniped by several comrades. And this means that there was no explosion at this time, otherwise they would have all followed to Jesus.

And seeing that the situation was not good, the British army, in the case of not knowing the location of the sniper for the time being, could not rashly change the position, and could only stay away from the oil leaking truck little by little. Some people did not retreat to a safer area because of their location, so they could only pray that the truck would not explode.

But this thought, in front of the two snipers, was so ridiculous - Vincent fired another bullet, this time again without aiming at anyone. No one even found out exactly where he was at first, and it wasn't until he fired a second shot that someone with sharp eyes found out that he was sniping at the windshield of the truck!

Although the sound of bullets hitting the glass, as well as the flying shards of glass, can indeed bring some psychological stress to the enemy. But if this kind of pressure is just given, it seems that it is obviously too petty.

As Trode was holding up the telescope to look at it, he was suddenly hit by the light reflected by a small piece of glass damaged by the shooting. But it sent an electric current through his brain, and he suddenly understood what Vincent was trying to do, and this happened to be borrowed from the extremely hot weather.

For the next two minutes, the air seemed to freeze, and there was no sound from the German position, and they all waited quietly, waiting for Vincent and Anton's next performance......